Kalderan Forest: Hawkwind Pass Part 2
#13 of Kalderan Forest
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Randal told Falroth that he found a place to stay. The reaction he got was not quite what he was anticipating. Falroth was happy for him, having found someone to stay with, but was saddened to see him go.
"I hope your stay with us has been good for you. I'm going to miss you." Falroth had closed in to give Randal a big, strong hug. It was so strong that the air was squeezed from the canine's lungs. Randal returned the affection when he could breathe again.
"Well, I'm not moving away, I'll just be across the village in Darkthorn's hut."
Falroth perked up an eyebrow, "Oh, so THAT'S why the old dog was in such a quiet mood lately. I see..."
"No, wait, no, it's not like that. I just asked him today if I could move in with him, it not like..."
"No, no, no. Not you Randal, him. He's been acting a bit more reclusive than usual since we got you back here. I was wondering if he had his eye on you."
"Oh," Randal said as his face flushed with embarrassment.
"So, go on, what are you waiting for! Don't keep Darkthorn waiting. And you can always come back if you want, door is never closed."
"Thanks," Randal said. He turned and walked out the door. He heard a faint sigh behind him as he left.
Darkthorn's home was less like a hut and more like a house. Though the living area was no bigger than any other abode in this village, he did have some strange plants locked away, some of them very dangerous. His house was built to help accommodate his special work.
The front door was open, as was every other door in the village. Randall walked in to find Darkthorn sitting at a small desk writing in one of his many journals. He didn't look up, but spoke as Randal entered. "Everything go well?"
Randal nodded, but then realized Darkthorn couldn't see him. "Yes, it went fine."
"Good. Would you be up for a little bit of traveling soon? I need to go on a trip to get some supplies and I thought you might enjoy seeing more of the forest."
Randal's thoughts immediately centered on the plant he had been thrown into at the bull's village. He had been stuck there almost a full week before they had been rescued, and the night of the escape... Randal shuddered; he didn't want to think about it. As if reading his thoughts, Darkthorn continued.
"It's OK; I've made this trek before. There are a few interesting places to stop at along the way." He stopped writing and turned to look at Randal.
"Sure, I guess."
"Good. We leave tomorrow at dawn. I got everything packed already."
"Oh, OK." Randal stood there, feeling awkward. It didn't feel like he was home, it felt like he had just walked into a stranger's house.
"Why don't you play with Harold for a bit?"
"Harold? Who's Harold?"
"He's my little pet Koluzu and quite friendly. He's hanging out in the corner over there. Don't worry, he wont hurt you."
"Koluzu? What's that?"
Darkthorn put down his pen and stood up. "Koluzu, Named after the little sound they make when they are happy. Here he is." Darkthorn picked up an orange and pink spotted fur ball bout the size of a basketball. As Darkthorn lifted it, two small eyes on stalks pushed up out of the ball, then a long, hollow-like mouth poked out under the eyes, and then two small stubs extended below the ball and two arms with three-fingered hands pushed out. Randal suddenly laughed out loud, seeing the small ball as humorously cute. It suddenly pulled all its arms and legs inside, and its eyes pulled back to almost inside the fur.
"Now, now," Darkthorn said to it, "It's just Randal. He's going to be living here. Why don't you roll over and say hello?"
Darkthorn put Harold down. Instantly all the appendages came out again and it waddled like a fat duck across the floor right for Randal.
Randal didn't jump away, though he seemed to pull back a bit. The fur ball reached his leg and wrapped its small hands around him in a warm and soft hug.
"Oh, look at that. He likes you."
The small fuzzy Koluzu then started making a sort of chirping sound that sounded like "Khoo-luu-zuu", each hard sound chirping quickly as if it were trying to purr through them.
Randal reached down and put his hands on the side of Harold's little body. The creature then released the leg and looked up while it was lifted, making that happy sound even louder. Randal lifted Harold until he was up near his own face. The probing mouth came out and sucked on his nose for a brief instant, moved to the side, and sucked again. Randal giggled, which made Harold chirp excitedly.
"He is so... so... adorable!"
The little hands came out again and grappled for the muzzle, grabbing Randal's whiskers lightly and pulling itself closer to hug.
"It has something similar to a penis, and he loves having it sucked. Not to mention the fluids he produces has a very calming effect. He's quite safe, why don't you two play for a bit, I have to go in back." Darkthorn noticed his words were barely heard by the younger canine as his attention was quite focused on Harold. He slipped out through a door and locked it behind him.
Randal moved over to the bed and sat down.
Harold released his grip on the whiskers and flapped his arms like a bird and chirped out, making Randal giggle again. He put Harold down on the bed next to him.
The creature then slipped around behind Randal and started probing with his mouth, kissing, as it were, the fur back there. He could feel a little tongue inside as well, prodding amidst each little kiss.
"And what are you doing back there?"
A soft chirp followed the question, and Harold appeared on the other side of him. He them climbed up over his legs and stuck his face right down onto Randal's sheath. This wasn't entirely unexpected though, just about everything in this place centered on sex in some way.
That telescopic little mouth sucked down into his sheath as it slipped over his hidden sex. Randal winced a bit, it had just been earlier that day he had picked fruit and fed the plants in the pond nearby. He was still a little sore, but it did feel good. His sex drive had been augmented by the ride here.
The two little eyestalks looked up at him, watching the face of the canine. The mouth worked itself slowly and gently until it found the knot and then snuggled in. The tongue then started to circle around his length, spiraling down and stroking him.
"Oh my, you're hungry huh?"
The little eyes danced a bit in response to his words.
"You can understand me?" Randal was a bit surprised.
The eyes did a little dance again and then blinked.
"You're cute and talented. You need a bit of cum then, are you hungry?"
Again the little eyes danced and the arms flapped a bit.
Randal petted the ball of fur and the leaned back to rest on the bed. Harold then began a slow, rhythmic pulling, making the canine dick swell and press out past the sheath. The mouth had done a good job covering him, even stretching as the length grew to its fully erect size. The little hands reached down and grabbed at the base of Randal's sac, holding it and pulling slightly. Randal groaned and spread his legs wider, letting Harold have as much of his crotch as he wanted.
Darkthorn returned from the locked room, smiling as he saw the Koluzu feeding. He walked over to the bed and sat down. He put his arm under Randal's neck, and hugged him. "See, told you he's friendly."
Randal let out a soft bark and nuzzled into Darkthorn's arm. "Mind if I have a taste of you," Randal asked.
Darkthorn was quick to comply, kneeling over Randal's chest and sitting down. His sheath swelled rather quickly in Randals hands, his arms awkwardly positioned to grip the sheath. The scent from the older canine's sex was intoxicating to the younger canine. He had smelled a few others while he was here, but something always drew his attention towards canines. Not that he was bigoted against other species, but canines seemed to give that extra twinge of olfactory pleasure.
Darkthorn leaned in and sunk himself slowly into Randal's muzzle, feeling the warmth and silky-soft inside of this muzzle was a long awaited pleasure. The tingling in his body spirited his drive, making his knot swell within a very short amount of time.
Randal had his muzzle full, sucking and licking at that shaft. He took great care in slipping his tongue back and forth along the underside of the length. Occasionally he would swab it back and forth with the tip of his tongue before returning to a more pumping motion with his lips.
"Ah, gonna make me cum, Randal."
Randal nodded and sucked harder, feeling his own shaft tensing up. He fought back the need to clamp his muzzle down while the little Koluzu was working him for a meal. He started his orgasm first, whimpering and moaning around the shaft in his mouth, vibrating and tickling Darkthorn's most sensitive area.
Darkthron's hands reached down and cupped Randal's face gently, holding him still for a few seconds before he unleashed his watery canine juices. Each powerful squirt jetted into Randal's muzzle, fallowed by a quick grip and swallow.
Darkthorn held him that way until his long orgasm faded away. He slipped down to one side of Randal, cuddling up next to him and nuzzling inside his neck.
Harold, very gently, pulled himself off Randal's member. It was so gentle and careful that it didn't over stimulate Randal's now twice-spent dick. Harold then walked up along side Randal, pulled itself back into the ball of fur and gurgled slightly as it cuddled up.
"He is really cute," Randal said.
"Yup, and I taught him a few words too, so he can understand us. They're very smart little critters. Unfortunately they are low on the food chain and get gobbled up too quickly by most predators."
"Awe," Randal said, looking down and cuddling the ball of fur in his arm. It wiggled in his grip.
"So, tomorrow we head out. We'll be gone about three weeks. We should get some food and then sleep."
Randal and Darkthorn got up. Harold, now without an arm to huddle against, rolled itself off the bed and snuck into a corner to rest quietly.